The curve and swing of shapely hip 
Inclines my eye to stray aslip 
Invites a touch a lover’s grip 
That pulls you in for ear lobe nip
 
My hand upon your rising chest
Tells me how deep you are at rest
The rate and depth of rise and fall
Is enough to tell a lover all
  
The fingertips that stroke my back 
Are fingertips with lover’s knack 
For tantalising or powerful pressure 
To change a mood for love or leisure  

My lips upon your upraised mouth
As tongues flicker lightly about
Full and soft moist and wet
I cannot forgo I’ll ne’er forget

The foot that strokes my leg in bed 
Before we sleep each night has said 
With this caress I love you each night 
A touch confirming love’s delight

The cheek that absorbs teardrops weight
Is the cheek I brush for comfort’s sake
At the pleasure of our love’s great joy
At grief’s sadness when loss employs